Never leave

We fell in love in Amsterdam
And broke up in Paris, the next day.
I wish it was the other way around,
instead of getting stoned I was forced to see the love birds
passing by on this beautiful terrace near the Seine.
“You’re insane,” she said “and you smoke too much”.
And that was just before I wanted to tell her
how gorgeous she looked in the Paris sun.
As for traveling my advice would be:
just ignore this city of love
And never leave Amsterdam.